The Good, The Bad, And The Ones In Love ~ corpsekkuno

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"Toast," Sykkuno whimpers.

Nursing a broken heart was what Toast had become an expert at. They had been living with each other for at least two years now. Sykkuno had opted to get an apartment with a roommate in the middle of the city so that he would be closer to everywhere important. And as much as he hates admitting it, he needed a roomie to help him out with stuff that he couldn't do himself. It hadn't taken long for either of them to warm up to each other. Sykkuno had opened up about everything to Toast. He was his best friend in the matter of a couple weeks. Toast was a bit of a party animal but he had stayed home everytime Sykkuno felt low. He didn't do it out of pity though. He just seemed to care. That's what he likes so much about Toast. He will call out Sykkuno for being too lazy to transfer into his chair to do something, rather than doing it for him. But he knows when something is wrong. Will care when he knows Sykkuno needs him to.

Over the years that Toast's known him, he's always had a broken heart. Never getting over Corpse was the reason for all the crying that happened almost twice a week. Toast never knew the guy. But he always supported Sykkuno through all his bad days. He never tried to side with Sykkuno though. Never made Corpse out to be the bad guy. Maybe it was because he knew that Sykkuno was the dickhead in this situation.

"Toast!" Sykkuno shouts.

Bimbus gives a bark sensing that Sykkuno needs help. Sykkuno loves his dog so much.

"Coming, you asshole!"

Sykkuno settles deeper into the couch. Seeing Corpse after so many years, after everything was harder than he could ever have imagined. What he realised was that he needed more time with Corpse. He needed more time to take all of him in. To remember him if he never saw him again.

He lets out another whine and soon enough Toast appears in the hallway. A tray balancing a bowl of soup, some crackers and a packet of sour candies. He's having soup for lunch. And Toast's having candy. Great. He grabs the soup bowl before Toast can even set it on the coffee table. He gulps down spoonfuls of hot soup before thanking Toast who is currently shoving sour candies into his mouth.

"You've got to finish that painting."

"Toast! Not now!"

"What even happened?"

"I met Corpse." He mumbles.

"WHAT?!" Toast almost screams. "I didn't quite catch that, mate, speak again."

"I met Corpse. In the grocery store. We went to have coffee and talk."

"What'd he say." He wasn't asking a question. He was demanding an answer.

"About why I did what I did and why I never told him about anything." Sykkuno voice goes more quite each word he speaks.

"And what did you say?"

"I said I don't know. Or like, skipped the question."

"What the fuck."

"I didn't know what to say, Toast!"

"Could've at least not made the guy feel like shit!"

"I don't know, Toast. I just," he frowns, "I don't know."

Toast rolls his eyes. He shoves the packet of candy in Sykkuno's face but he declines.

"I'm reminding you to finish your painting again. I'm not telling you again. The due's soon."

Sykkuno sighs and finishes his soup. Rolling back to his room, he tries to think of an idea to paint. He grabs a canvas and sets off to the guest room which he turned into his personalised painting area.

Toast finds him 5 hours later. Leaning back into his wheelchair, snuggled up against himself, Bimbus asleep at his feet. The painting looks exceptional though, like most of Sykkuno's artwork.

The green fields can be seen for miles. A curly haired lad sitting in the grass with a flower crown on his head. The flowers around him almost look real. The sun casting the most perfect shadows on his face. And even though the boy is hiding himself behind his hand, and is only showing the side profile of his face, Toast knows who it is. He has seen enough pictures of that day to know who Sykkuno thought about when he painted this.

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Sykkuno wakes up with a jolt. The same nightmare finding its way back to play with his head again. He doesn't remember getting into bed. And as much as he hates Toast carrying him around, he's thankful for him not waking him up so that he can get some well deserved sleep. His back would have killed him tomorrow. He pats around his bedside table to look for his phone. He sees a sticky note on the back of the phone.

left some dinner in da fridge for ya.
not much tho. got hungry.

He smiles at that and then checks his phone for the time. It's 3:27 am. He notices he had a few messages. His heart comes up to his mouth when he notices he has a message from Corpsey. With his heart beating crazy, he opens the message.

Corpsey❤️✨: It was nice to see you.

Corpsey❤️✨: Really.

Corpsey❤️✨: I hope I can see you again sometime soon? x

The messages were sent when Sykkuno was busy painting. He knows that the x at the end of the message was a tentative effort to make it look platonic. But Sykkuno knows better. Instead of answering Corpse, he transfers into his chair to go to the kitchen to eat his dinner. It's just a bowl of veggies with chicken. Considering Toast hates to cook, and hates veggies, this is a great effort.

me: i hope we do xx

He doesn't expect a reply, considering the ungodly hour. But he gets one.

Corpsey❤️✨: Planning on it.

Corpsey❤️✨: What are you doing up so late xx

me: woke up to have dinner x

me: could ask you the same xx

Corpsey❤️✨: Couldn't sleep xxx

A smiles blooms on Sykkuno's face as he finds himself so comfortable with texting Corpse again. Yesterday he would open their inbox just to see the hundreds of messages from Corpse from years ago begging him for something. That feels like a lifetime ago.

Feels like a lifetime ago that he clutched his phone to his chest while he bawled his eyes out in his hospital bed. Still attached to all the machines. How he jumped to get his phone in his hands everytime it buzzed in his physiotherapy clinic. How he longed to hear from Corpse even if it was him cursing him for being the world's biggest douche bag. He longed for texts from Corpse telling him that all he did that day was cry. He longed for one day when Corpse will finally find out the truth and will forgive Sykkuno and run to the hospital to see him, soaking from the rain, just like in the rom-coms. But how could he? Sykkuno had done everything in his power to make sure that Corpse would never know. Why? He doesn't know. And he's tired to keep asking himself that with no answer. Even if he was the one to end it, it had hurt him just as much, if not more.

If only Corpse knew how much he cried himself to sleep reading those heartbroken texts from the boy he pledged himself to protect from the world. What he didn't know was that he needed protecting from Sykkuno himself.

me: don't think I can either xxx

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whole lotta love

xx r